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And findeth deeper life and higher praise
Than she had known in all her joyous


0 Lord of Harvest, hear the prayer we offer

at Thy throne—

Wild Nature's idols we have burned—her

altars overthrown;

And in our ploughed, prepared fields the

living seed have sown ;

And humbly seek Thy mercy, Lord, to give

us back our own
With Thy divine increase,
Thy blessing and Thy peace.
“Give us our daily bread”
That we may all be fed,
And “blessed be the basket and the


On Austral’s sunny farms for evermore.